Steve
Dave ran his fingers through his messy and unkempt hair as he turned
his head to the left, sighing. He pursed his lips to one side then
the other and twisted his face into the classic expressions and
confused contemplation.

Walt
. . . why exactly is he so touchy? I called him about nine times and
his Mom said he never came home and she was really worried about
that. I assured her I was just kidding and that he was at my house
and we were just playing some stupid joke. She said it was
believable. I must be really good at lying. Or she thinks I'm an
idiot. Would I really call someone over and over again with such a
childish prank to run around afterwards, giggling like an idiot? He
shrugged to himself. Why didn't he go home? And why did he not
inform me of something? It wasn't all that mean. I have said worse
things. Have I gone too far? Maybe he was tired of the abuse . . .
nah, that's not possible. He doesn't know any better. Where is
he?

He
had spent about an hour sitting motionless before he started calling
to check for Walt. He

spent
an hour of so just calling periodically and thinking about Walt. It
had not occurred to him until much later to actually think about
searching for him. He gathered some stuff into a messenger bag of his
and headed out the door to look for Walt. To start, he headed for the
comic book shop. When he didn't find Walt cuddled up in a dusty
corner clutching a "Wonder Woman" in his hands, he was astounded.
So he sat down and read a few "Tank Girl"s. Eventually, he
remembered what he was supposed to do. And the search was on again!

Walt
lay on the grassy lawn of his cousin's house. Although, his cousin
was home and when he came outside he yelled at him, "Hey, Walt,
what are you doing in my front yard?"

"Uh,
Nothing, Jim."

"Well,
jeez, just come inside."

"All
right."

"So,
what are you doing here? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Well
. . . actually, I don't remember."

"Walt,
you're an idiot."

"Ah,
that's not nice."

"And
I'm not just saying this because I'm your cousin. You really are
an idiot. You're a complete and utter moron. Seriously, it's as
if you have no brain whatsoever in that fat head of yours. Do you
even think for yourself? Where is that guy you're always with?
Isn't he like your gay lover of something?"

"Oh,
now I remember! Ooo, I'm upset."

"I
could tell, dumb ass. So, why?"

"I
don't want to talk about it."

"What?
Why not?"

"I
just don't."

"Come
on, you can tell me. I mean, I know I don't even like you or
anything and I'm constantly cruel to you and I'm your cousin, but
you can tell me."

"Oh,
okay. Steve Dave called me a whore."

"What?
Is that all? Walt, you are a whore."

"Hey!"
Walt starts sniffling.

"Why
does that bother you so much? How do you know he wasn't joking?"

"He
sounded mad when he said it."

"Then
maybe he said it out of anger."

"Well
. . ."

"What?
It's not like you're a dirty slut, raped at an early age, or
anything."

Walt
didn't say a word in response.

"Is
it?"

Still,
he didn't answer.

"Hey,
Walt," his cousin began to inquire with a tiny iota of concern in
his voice.

"Uh,
yeah, I don't want to talk about it."

"Um,
okay. But are you sure you don't ant to talk to your friend about
it?"

"We're
. . . best friends. He's more like an annoyed older brother than a
friend."

"So,
why agin don't you want to talk to him about this?"

"I
. . . don't know. Do you think I should?"

"Would
it keep you off my lawn?"

"Probably."

"Then,
yes."

"Okay!
I'll do it!"

"Great.
That only took forever."

Walt
bounded out of the room and down to Steve Dave's house.

As
he bounced there, he knocked over someone.

"Eh!"

"I'm
sorry," Walt screamed in apology.

"Walt?"

"Oh,
do I know you?"

Steve
Dave stood up and shook himself off.

"I've
been looking everywhere for you!"

"Like
where?"

"Exactly."

"What?"

"Listen,
Walt, I came to find you because I wanted to tell you that I don't
think you're a man slut. And I don't hate you. And I didn't
mean to be an ass."

"Thanks,
Steve Dave. You're so great."

"What?
I called you a whore, you cried and ran away and now all of a sudden
I'm great?"

"Steve
Dave, you're like a brother to me. And I wanted to thank you for
that."

"Okay
. . . So, uh, I still don't have any plans for the reunion. Would
you . . . like to come with me?"

"I'd
love to!"

"Really?
And so, you forgive me?"

"Yep!"

"Great!
So, do you want to get ready, or are you fine as is?"

"I
just have to go change real quick. I have grass stains all over my
jeans."

"Okay."

Sitting
on the couch, Steve Dave waited for Walt, just twiddling his thumbs.
Twenty minutes had passed when Steve Dave finally got up and screamed
at the stairway.

"What
the hell is taking you so long, Walt?"

"I'll
be down in a minute."

"Fine!
Hurry up!"

More
time spent on the couch, twiddling his thumbs. Another ten minutes
had slipped away and Steve Dave was getting really frustrated.

"Walt!
What the fu-" Steve Dave was interrupted by a form on the top of
the steps.

"U-u-u-uh"

The
form came closer, as it did Steve Dave could determine a beautiful
young woman with a short skirt and an interesting form-fitting top.
There was a corset on the outside, covering her stomach. The corset
was made out of what seemed to be a red silk material. She had long,
dangling earrings, a jeweled choker and her hair drawn up into a high
bun.

".
. . hi? Are you a friend of Walt's sister?"

She
didn't speak. Instead she shook her head a smiled a little as she
came closer to him. Her lips were thick and juicy, colored red just
like the corset. Elegantly, she held herself as she glided down the
stairs. She wasn't skinny, on the contrary, she was quite thick but
she was very pretty.

"Hey,
could you tell Walt to hurry up or we're going to be late?"

"I'm
ready!"

Steve
Dave's eyes nearly popped out of his head. It was Walt's voice
coming out of that lovely woman. HOLY CRAP! That's not a woman!
It' Walt! And she's not lovely or beautiful! She's Walt! Ah!
Walt! Ah! NO! Walt! Ah, no! Help me! My eyes!

"What's
the matter, Steve Dave?"

"Ah!
That's not what I meant! I meant you could come with me as you, you
dork. I didn't want you to dress up like a woman!"

"Well,
you wanted a date."

"Not
a guy!"

"But
come on, I make a pretty good girl."

"I
will not admit that! Ever!"

"So,
you don't want to go with me?"

"Not
like a woman!"

"But
won't everyone be impressed that you got a girlfriend?"

"Or
a boyfriend!"

"Come
on, Steve Dave!"

"NO!"

"Please!
I want to help out! And I want to go!"

"How
did you get like that so quickly? Did you already have that outfit
ready?"

"Maybe."

"Eww,
Walt! There are so many things I don't know about you. And that I
don't want to know."

"Come
on, you're running out of time and you know you want to impress our
peers."

"And
what if they ask where you are?"

"Like
they care."

"Well,
you have a point." When he said this, Walt pushed his lower lip
out.

"They
don't really care if I'm there or not either, Walt."

"Yeah."
Walt stared down at his long fingernails.

"Walt,
is there a special reason why you were so ready to dress up like a
girl even though I didn't ask you to."

"No,
I just want to make you happy, Steve Dave. You're my hero."

"Yeah,
I am a hero, aren't I?" Steve Dave smirks proudly to himself.

"You're
mine." Walt beams happily at his hero.

"Fine!
We'll go together. You'll pretend to be my girlfriend. But you
have to practice a more feminine voice."